Yang Qian appeared tearful, "Doctor, did you give me the wrong medication? I applied the medication you prescribed for my hand, and after two days, it became like this. It's been getting worse recently."
The doctor widened his eyes and glanced at Yang Qian, "That's impossible. Our hospital doesn't have counterfeit drugs. Bring the medication; let me take a look."
Yang Qian was prepared and took out the medication, still the same burn ointment, but she had already injected other substances into it with a needle. Now when applied, it might corrode the skin.
The doctor sniffed the ointment, his expression changed, "How can this be?"
Su Junhao hadn't spoken a word, just silently observing the conversation between the doctor and Yang Qian. He already had an idea about the situation. This Yang Qian was not an easy person to deal with, but he didn't want to get involved. However, if she clung to him, it would be a different matter.
Just in time to let off some steam.
